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Youve been cooped up on an island far too long, Shine your light, move it on, you burn so bright, roll on John
18 I am he that liveth, and was dead; and, behold, I am alive for evermore, Amen; and have the keys of hell and of death. 19 Write the things which thou hast seen, and the things which are, and the things which shall be hereafter; 20 The mystery of the seven stars which thou sawest in my right hand, and the seven golden candlesticks. The seven stars are the angels of the seven churches: and the seven candlesticks which thou sawest are the seven churches.
Yup: I saw it on the Expecting Rain Discussions website (only upon Googling), but, er, only after Id thought of it myself Susan Sontag. Roll On John:
Tyger tyger burnin bright I pray the Lord my soul to keep In the forest of the night, cover him over and let him sleep Shine your light, move it on, you burn so bright, roll on John
You may say that Johns a dreamer, but hes not the only one. I hope some day Bob will join John and the world will live as one hole peace of atheistic ass (riding a new pony into Jerusalem) at the ringing of them bells on a pale afternoon when the game is through. Michael Gray in Song & Dance Man III p 608:
It may be that the average listener has trouble accepting such a thirsting for justice and compassion here and now from someone whose song begins with the combative, divisive and excluding peel Ring them bells ye heathen . . .
Michael rather excludes himself. Yet he says it might still be possible to appreciate the songs construction as argument and poetry and even the timing of the thrust of the unpalatable message. Michael on stage 2003, all flushed and overconfident from red wine in the intermission, waggling his finger, quite literally, over Dylans evangelistic period:
And was coming out with this really very very nasty stuff. The message was basically, I'm saved and youre not, ha ha HA!
At which point he went smugly purple, his outburst eliciting some titters. Pull the hat down, Michael, pull the wool down over your eyes.
Perhaps Michael could kiss and make up with an apocalyptic glowing-eyed Dylan on a pale divisive afternoon? 1 Corinthians 6 in the KJV for those ohso-sensitive to the delicate nuances of bluesy language:
2Do ye not know that the saints shall judge the world? and if the world shall be judged by you, are ye unworthy to judge the smallest matters? 3Know ye not that we shall judge angels? how much more things that pertain to this life?
Song & Dance Man III p 608 footnote 84: for many Bible quotations are noticed but few are chosen (or many are chosen but few are noticed). As Michael Gray commented in his second edition, youd never get catch Bob Dylan in bed for peace not before Victorias Secret panties anyway. Shine your light, John. Notwithstanding scholarly issues of the identities of the Johns attached to the Gospel, the epistles and the Book of Revelation in terms of stylistic differences, compare John 1:4-6 New International Version (NIV):
4 In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind. 5 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome[a] it. 6 There was a man sent from God whose name was John.
Hmm, but does the switch really work, Bob? Should we throw another John or two in too? John Milton maybe. John and John; John and William Blake.
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
Call it fearful asymmetry from a somewhat senile version of the much sharper Infidels Bob Dylan of the supposedly inspirationless Eighties. Serve yourself Paul Kirkman 2012